8 years back I thought someone else to be you, my husband, but he wasn’t. I didn’t know how to recognize you, or how to look out for you. So I said ‘Yes’ to the idea of you.
So after forgiveness and healing has taken place, after redemption and God giving you beauty for ashes… everything is cool right? I can now go on with living my best life! I thought so too.
I really wanted to do a post on John 3 v 16 seeing that we are celebrating the Passover weekend,…
Sperm-donors are not doing the hashtag any favors though I never could, and still can’t, understand how a man, a…
There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean.
I think I’ve endured just about enough to qualify me as deputy chairlady of the #MAT movement and had my fair share of dealing with toxic masculinity that uses patriarchy to abuse the authority that comes with the position.
I feel so ashamed of myself that people died for the rights that today I get to enjoy but don’t even familiarize myself with. I recently signed a document I had no business signing, because I didn’t read the fine print. While doing research on this topic, I realized that my human rights have been violated on a few occasions without me even being aware.
I speak spirituality and I am open about my political affiliation, so there is no way that I can generate income from my blog and I’m totally cool with that. I really am not prepared to compromise my voice for a media drop.
Fun was had, advice was shared and bonds tighter than “panty-hose op kroes hare” were formed.
I know there is gonna come a time when it’s my birthday and she’ll make calculations and subtract her age from mine and I’ll have to have answers.